Chapter 50: "I will never abandon Madam Wenyu and...

That night, outside Jiangyang City, on the Yuanshui River.

As the saying goes, "Mountains and rivers may be different, but the moon and sky may be the same." Even though the Yuanshui River and the Jiangyang government office are not in the same place, the same bright moon hangs high above their heads.

It was only a short while after the first lunar month, and the moon was crescent, like a small boat reflected in the inky black sky, swaying and slowly paddling along. Unlike a fishing boat, however, the moon boat did not leave behind a gentle trail of ripples.

As night fell, the wind on the Yuan River grew stronger, and all that could be heard was the whimpering sound of the wind, drifting back and forth across the water. Layers of waves, rippled by the wind, rolled onto the riverbank, the rapids surging forward and then slowly receding, repeating themselves tirelessly and endlessly...

Walking further down the riverbank, the drifting reeds have also fallen asleep, huddled together in clusters, swaying gently with the river breeze. The wind is blowing hard outside, but they are sound asleep in their dreams, whispering to someone unknown...

Boundless cold air rushed back, rushing into the foundation pit where Wen Yu and Song Linsheng lay, enveloping them tightly. Adding to the late spring chill, the chill was as sharp and biting as a frost blade, unbearable.

She and Song Linsheng hadn't eaten all day, and they didn't have any thick clothes to keep warm. If they continued like this, they would probably get hypothermia quickly...

Wen Yu couldn't help but tighten the outer robe that Song Linsheng was wearing on her body. Just as she was about to check on Song Linsheng who was leaning beside her, her ears suddenly moved slightly.

Her original form was a sycamore tree, lush and leafy. Back in the mountains, every branch and leaf was a nerve ending she diligently cultivated, allowing her to gather countless messages. Thus, after her transformation, her senses became even more acute, allowing her to detect even the slightest movement.

Wen Yu seemed to hear a sound, a whoosh, a whoosh, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, echoing in waves. Listening intently, it was incredibly powerful, like the roar of a ferocious beast, crashing down onto the riverbank and slamming against the rocks...

Riverbank? What kind of animals would run onto a riverbank?

Wen Yu was thinking this when she was suddenly shocked! Oh no—

It's not a beast, it's the tide coming in!

If she and Song Linsheng didn't leave here quickly, the rising tide would probably drown them both.

Wen Yu was filled with anxiety and anger. If she had known, she would have knocked Song Linsheng unconscious with a stick and carried him back to the Song residence first. Even if he later remembered and pursued her, she could just make up an excuse to get away with it. It was better than the two of them staying in this foundation pit all day listening to the chirping of insects and frogs overhead, and now not only were they starving and freezing, but they were also in danger of being drowned by the tide!

That's what we'll do! Wen Yu hardened her heart and made a quick decision based on the surrounding situation. First, knock Song Linsheng unconscious and carry him out. In this situation, Xi Yan couldn't be relied upon!

As Wen Yu thought about it, she turned to look at Song Linsheng beside her.

Where is Song Linsheng?

The surroundings were shrouded in endless darkness, the silky night air slippery and cold, enveloping Wen Yu tightly. She wanted to take a look around, but was surprised to find that she couldn't move at all. She could only forcefully roll her eyes and take a quick glance.

Not to mention Song Linsheng, there wasn't even a piece of Song Linsheng's clothes.

Wen Yu's heart suddenly tightened. Why couldn't she find Song Linsheng? She froze, unable to move, and could only tentatively call out:

"Song Linsheng? Song Linsheng? Where have you been?"

What filled her ears was the chirping of insects, but no one responded. Her thin voice echoed in the foundation pit, gradually dissipating, adding a sense of loneliness.

Wen Yu finally realized that she had been alone in the mortal realm from the beginning. If Song Linsheng hadn't accepted her, welcomed her into his mansion, and provided her with everything from food and clothing to shelter and transportation, she would have been as alone as she was now, trapped in this endless wilderness...

Although her cultivation level was low, she did not need to eat, and did not care whether her clothes kept her warm. However, she now felt hungry and cold, and exhausted both physically and mentally. She only wanted to find Song Linsheng so that they could go back home together and have a hot meal.

Wen Yu felt an indescribable bitterness in her heart, and her speech gradually became unclear.

"Song...Song Linsheng! Where are you?!"

Wen Yu's heart was filled with sorrow and anxiety, and she was even more worried and panicked. What should she do if she couldn't find Song Linsheng?

Wen Yu mobilized her spiritual power, trying her best to break free from this inexplicable bondage, but it was in vain. She didn't know what trapped her. The spiritual power was concentrated in one place and would not respond to the call, resulting in her having no magic power at all!

Her heart was getting more and more anxious, and fine beads of sweat flowed down from her forehead, soaking the few strands of hair hanging down from her ears, and then flowing down along her jaw, disappearing into her white and delicate neck...

"ah!"

Wen Yu screamed and sat up suddenly! Her mind was empty, without a single thought. She felt a blazing white light flickering before her eyes, making it impossible for her to open them.

She gasped for air, as if she couldn't get enough, her chest rising and falling with each breath, for a long time.

Suddenly, a slightly cool hand touched her narrow, thin back, patting it gently with a touch of comfort. The movement was gentle, yet rhythmic, and inexplicably carried a calming power.

Wen Yu followed the pace of the hand and slowly adjusted her breathing. She breathed softly, and her tense nerves finally relaxed.

Before she could turn around to look, she heard a gentle and clear sound like a spring among pine trees.

"Did Madam Wenyu have a nightmare?"

This sound... Wen Yu suddenly turned around to look.

It was not known whether it was a coincidence or not, but her movement when she turned around was too big, and Song Linsheng moved a little closer to her to help her breathe more easily. Wen Yu's flying hair slid across his cheek, leaving only the fragrance of her hair lingering at the tip of his nose.

The two of them were very close, and Wen Yu's nose just brushed against Song Linsheng's chin... For a moment, Wen Yu's nose felt itchy, causing her to frown.

Wen Yu and Song Linsheng were both stunned, frozen in place, not moving. The temperature rose, and a strange atmosphere enveloped them, like a strange furnace, warming them to a scorching heat, their cheeks flushing.

However, Wen Yu's joy still prevailed. Her almond-shaped eyes were bright, as if containing an entire galaxy, and she was the first to speak, breaking the silence.

"Song Linsheng!"

Wen Yu didn't care about her appearance. There was still moisture in the corners of her eyes from the nightmare just now, but she didn't wipe it off. She opened her arms and pounced on Song Linsheng.

Song Linsheng was still immersed in the misty atmosphere just now. He only felt his cheeks burning. Seeing Wen Yu rushing towards him, he didn't have time to think about it. His arms opened up to receive her.

The slight coolness brought by the sleeves made them all more awake.

Wen Yu hugged Song Linsheng tightly. The force of her rushing made Song Linsheng lean back a little, but he quickly stopped and held Wen Yu tightly in his arms.

"Song Linsheng! Fortunately you are still here! You don't even know! I just—"

Wen Yu muttered to herself as she wiped the tears from her eyes onto Song Linsheng's collar. She was truly terrified. The dream was so real that even with her spiritual roots and immortality, she couldn't tell the difference...

"I know."

Wen Yu's movements were too big, and the outer robe that was originally draped over her shoulders slid down loosely, as if a dead object was a living being that couldn't bear to see the two of them hugging each other and wanted to leave early.

Song Linsheng picked up the robe very naturally, dusted it off, and covered Wen Yu with it again. He raised his hand and paused in the air, then gently placed it on Wen Yu's back, patting it slowly.

Song Linsheng answered Wen Yu's words with a firm tone and a look of understanding.

"You had a nightmare just now and were looking for me in your dream. Maybe you dreamed that you couldn't find me?"

Wen Yu raised her head from Song Linsheng's arms and stared at him blankly, even the tears in the corners of her eyes were still visible, without any concealment.

"H-How do you know?"

Song Linsheng looked down at Wen Yu, one arm still gently around her, and with the other he fumbled in his bosom for a handkerchief. He folded it in half and dabbed it against the corners of Wen Yu's eyes, slowly wiping away the tears.

After everything was cleaned up, he looked as usual and naturally put the handkerchief back into his arms.

If Xiyan were there, he would have jumped in shock at this scene. When would his young master put a used handkerchief back into his underwear?

But since Xiyan was not there, Wen Yu naturally had no way of knowing.

"It's not important, Madam Wenyu."

"The important thing is that Lin Sheng will never abandon Madam Wen Yu."

"Until Madam Wenyu finds a brother, Linsheng will do his best to take care of her."

Song Linsheng and Wen Yu met eyes, both of them full of sincerity. The young man's eyebrows were so clear and moving, with boundless sincerity.

As for finding Madam Wen Yu's brother... Song Linsheng thought, his words still count... his feelings... his feelings remain unchanged.

It was clearly just what he was thinking, and he wasn't asked to say it out loud, but Song Linsheng was still so embarrassed that even his hands that were trying to calm Wen Yu down became clumsy.

Wen Yu heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this. It was just a dream... Fortunately, it was just a dream...

Wen Yu relaxed, her body and mind light. She leaned down lazily, but felt a chill on her face.

But it was not completely cold. There was a thin layer of coolness wrapped in a hint of warmth. The heat penetrated the coolness and gradually came to Wen Yu's face.

This feels like...

Wen Yu looked up and realized she had buried her face in Song Linsheng's chest. He was already lightly dressed, and early in the morning he had thrown his outer robe over her. After a long day of blowing in the river breeze, her body was already a little cold, and through the layer of clothing, only a faint warmth remained.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, and the ambiguous atmosphere gradually filled the narrow gap between Wen Yu and Song Linsheng...